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The Bastard Child of a Horse and Narwhal [ Loss Start! ]

[ One would think that waking up with four legs instead of two would be a distinctly odd experience. And, admittedly, Vanyel looked like a new born colt as he got his legs under him for the first time, rather disoriented and not sure what he was doing outside or why he could smell about ten thousand different things with no warning. His head felt heavy and oddly shaped, his vision having developed an odd blind spot right where he thought his nose should be.

He grunted, wobbling more as he attempted to walk, stumbling as he tried to find the rhythm of this legs, some understand of what was going on hitting him, if not right away. A loss, he was sure of it, though what sort of animal was he? Last time he had been aware he was a peacock, and looking down and seeing hooves he suspected himself to be some sort of horse, but... there was an odd sort of pressure in the middle of his forehead he did not know what to make of.

To anyone watching that morning and on through the afternoon, there would be a brilliant white unicorn striding across the grounds back and forth, going from walk, to trot, to canter, as if being put through its paces. The sun would catch its horn, making it sparkle like so many diamonds, and hooves chimed with each step.

And every now and then it would stop and seem to be lost, looking around, and then shook its head and carried on. ]

[ ooc: Loss start! Vanyel will be a 500 Kingdoms verse unicorn for a week! As mentioned in the ooc post, if your character is a VIRGIN he will go gaga for them and follow them around like a love-sick puppy, so be sure to drop that somewhere in the tag or in the subject line ~ ]

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(It's hard to miss a brilliant white unicorn. Tylendel has been slowly marking its movements since he first saw it from their window upon waking. He has some suspicions - considering his lover is missing - but he doesn't know anything for sure. All he knows is the unicorn is a rare sight.

Thus, with a pocket filled with sugar cubes, he begins to approach the stallion.)

Hello there... Don't be scared... (He keeps his voice low and soothing.)

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_{[ Vanyel swung his head around at the sound, ears flicking. Nostrils
flared, catching a familiar scent and his mind provided the name -
Tylendel. Lover. Life bond. He stopped where he was, more comfortable when
not moving and chuffed, shaking his head, horn shimmering. ]}

(That horn gives him pause, but if this is Van, he trusts his Ashke enough not to charge. He holds out the sugar, and smiles encouragingly.)

You're a beautiful boy. Are you being cared for? (If this isn't Van, he doesn't like the idea of a unicorn being left to the elements or potentially dangerous animals.)

_{[ Vanyel snorted, wondering for a moment if he had his mind-speech
still, but he had never been sure if Tylendel shared that particular gift,
so it might be a moot point. Speaking with a Companion was one thing,
mind-speech between humans another.}

Instead, he walked over, his steps careful, taking the sugar delicately and then laying his head on Tylendel's shoulder, letting out what sounded like a beleaguered sigh. ]

(Oh he does have the Mind Speech Gift. He used it with Gala and Savil, after all. But he hasn't ever tried to use it with Vanyel before.

It might be best to try that particular trick when one of them isn't a unicorn.

Smiling softly, he wraps his arms around the unicorn and hums.)

Good morning, Ashke. The castle has been cruel to you.

_{[ Vanyel sighed again and leaned some of his weight against Tylendel,
trying to keep aware that he was not several hundred pounds heavier than
usual and had a very sharp horn on his head. He lifted his head up some and
lipped at the golden curls in greeting, nuzzling his cheek, horn high
enough on his head it did not put Tylendel in danger. ]}

It's a shame we didn't wake up together in bed like this. (He grins, trying to lighten the moment.) I'll spend the day with you - and the night, if you want. I don't mind sleeping in the barn or under the stars.

(Smoothing his fingers through Vanyel's mane, he sighs.)

Even as a Unicorn, you're stunning. Van, you're cursed with beauty.

_{[ Vanyel nickered and rolled his eyes, blue like a Companion's, but
did not seem to actually protest any part of those statements. His nostrils
flared and he lowered his head, nudging at Tylendel's pocket, smelling more
treats to be found there. And despite himself, some horsey mentality was of
course seeping in. ]}

Ah yes, I came well stocked. (He pulls out a few more bags of yummy treats and happily offers them to his lover.) How can I not spoil a Unicorn?

_{[ A snort of agreement met this and Vanyel considered the bag with its
yummy smells. He gave Tylendel a look that demanded to know why they were
not yet out for him to peruse, and he hoped that Tylendel had saved some
for Yfandes later. Oh, he really should go and see her. He could still feel
her, in the back of his mind, but it was a bit harder, somehow fuzzier. She
was not coming through quiet so clearly. But she was there, and he gave her
enough to let her know he was okay. ]}

So demanding. (It's amusing. Tylendel drops a kiss on Vanyel's cheeks before opening the bags and showing the Unicorn the contents. Oh there are carrots, apples - in pieces, of course - some sugared oats...)

Hm... (He pauses and blinks.) Yfandes is worried about you, love.

_{[ He bobbed his head, knowing, but there was little to be done for it.
She at least knew he was not hurt, just feeling uncomfortable in his new
body. He lipped at the bag, demanding again, ears forward. ]}

I'll visit her with you. (He opens the bags and dips his hand inside. He holds the treats to make it easier for Van to enjoy them.) She's a reasonable lady. I'd be worried if you were being looked after by Gala. She might've taken a run at you.

_{[ He shook his head at that, shuddering at the thought. He takes a few
of the treats though and then turned, beginning to amble towards the barn,
his lion-like tail swishing behind him. He looked back, braying at his
lover. ]}

I'm coming, love. ( He chuckles at Vanyel's reaction, moving to rub a hand over the Unicorn's back. ) It would be rude for us to keep a lady waiting.

_{[ He bobbed his head in agreement, his horn sending rainbows
scattering across the grass in front of them. ]}

( The rainbow makes him laugh. Vanyel would be a special Unicorn. Tylendel expects if he were an animal, he would be a run-of-the-mill horse.

Maybe one with a golden mane. That's something, at least. )

You're really something.

_{[ The lion-like tail swished, tapping Tylendel, Vanyel letting out a
soft snort, head rocking some as he walked, using it to keep his balance as
he picked his way through the fields toward the stables. ]}

[ So whether Vanyel knows or not, Duke's reactions in December might be a fairly big give away about how much romantic contact he's had with other people.

... which is to say none, outside of the kissing-season the castle provides.

Duke is out in the grounds with a book, deciding to read outside today. He's inspecting trees as he comes across them. ]

_{[ Vanyel was wandering, not quite so shaky-legged now, when
something... tugged him. He turned his head, spying Duke, recognizing who
he was and then beyond that it was like thought just stopped. The
world became hazy and bright, like water colors seeping together and he
made his way over to the young, blind man, pressing his muzzle against his
shoulder and sighing happily, blinking slowly. ]}

[ Duke would politely argue that he was 38 when he arrived here, so maybe he isn't quite a young man, but since he can't read minds, there is no arguing.

Duke blinks when there's a horsey sigh into his shoulder, lifting his head to try to indicate more attention. ]

Hello. Is something particularly good about?

[ He doesn't have any sugar on him, but he might have an apple as a snack, free-roaming-horse. ]

_{[ Vanyel thought he should reply, but that was hard. With a sigh he
settled his new bulk down and laid his head in Duke's lap. He was acting
more like a dog than a horse, his eyes still half-lidded. ]}

[ Duke blinks, then blinks again as there is a horsey head in his lap. ]

... I'm not as good company as you seem to think.

[ But he might settle his book in a different way, next to him rather than against the horse, and use his freed hand to lightly inspect and offer some attention to his guess.

That would be a horn. ]

... You're not exactly a horse, are you. [ Curiosity. ]

_{[ Vanyel let out a soft sound of agreement, tail continuing to swish
as he enjoyed being touched. He shivered in delight as those fingers passed
over him, ears twitching lazily as Duke spoke, cocked in his direction.
]}

[ And suddenly this became more awkward but its inside the brackets where he can't tell much so-

Duke, as he doesn't seem to be doing anything wrong (that he can tell), carefully inspects and offers ear rubs and mane stroking. ]

You probably look magnificent.

_{[ There is a definite moan of delight as he is scratched and stroked,
each little pet a new spark of delight through his body. He let out a deep,
heavy sigh of content, head lolling some and might have fall asleep he was
so comfy and happy. ]}

[ If Duke had known he was touching a human on a loss and gaining these reactions, he would be fairly embarrassed.

However, he's just petting a horse-with-a-horn, and making him particularly happy at that. Duke has another thing to look up now.

Even if the horse-with-a-horn falls asleep on his lap, one hand stays stroking mane while the other moves to continue reading. ]

_{[ Vanyel makes humming noises, or as close as he can come to it in his
horsey body. He snorts, breathing sweet scented hay-breath onto the other
and turning his head to push into Duke's hand, demanding more of his
attention. ]}

Clearly part cat as well.

[ Cats act the same when he tries to read.

So both hands go back to petting and stroking. ]

[It's late morning when London drags herself out of bed to walk Ivanna. After all, there's nobody here to do it for her. Of course, it isn't long before she spots a graceful, white steed with... a sparkly horn?]

*Gasp* Ivanna, look! It's a unicorn!

_{[ Vanyel knows that voice. Lundin. He felt momentarily bad he had not
properly checked in on her for some time, but Tylendel's arrival had
distracted him from almost everything (and with good reason, but he
mentally thought he owed London an apology later). He looks to her and...
his mind goes blank.}

He neighs and trots over to her, ears pricked up, tail swishing, bobbing his head in obvious pleasure at seeing her. ]

[The sight of such a large animal coming toward her so quickly startles London, and she shrieks, ducking into a ball.]

Don't trample me with your horn, Mr. Unicorn!

_{[ Vanyel drew up, bobbing his head and bowing to her before
approaching slower and gently nudging her hand in greeting. He neighed
softly, his dark eyes droopy, giving him something of a dumb look. ]}

[She looks up at him, prompted by the nuzzle to her hand. Up close, the unicorn is still intimidating, but not nearly as much as he was when he was trotting up to her. In fact, it's kinda cute with those big, droopy eyes.]

Aww! You're not here to trample me, are you?

[The Pomeranian quietly stands on the other side of London, peering up at the unicorn from behind her ankle.]

_{[ He shook his head, the sun catching his horn and casting rainbows
around them. He came in a few steps closer and nuzzled her cheek, letting
out a very pleased sigh, it seemed, at getting to touch her. He stamped a
hoof to settle his weight, tail swishing back and forth as he pressed his
muzzle against her shoulder, seeking attention. ]}

[She grins, reaching out to pet his snout. The rainbows are vaguely visible, appearing as five or six shades of transparent grey across the sky. But of course, sparkle is still a color she can see.]

I've always wanted a unicorn!

_{[ Vanyel neighed, mouthing at her hand with floppy lips, seemingly
happy just to have her touching and petting him, and utterly ignoring
Ivana. ]}

[She giggles as his lips tickle the palm of her hand.]

Your horn is so sparkly! And Mr. Moseby said unicorns didn't exist!

[She strokes Vanyel's mane.]

_{[ There was a deeper bray of pleasure at that, arching his neck,
clearly enjoying her praise and attention. The lion's tail swished behind
him, horn casting rainbows around them. ]}

[London looks hard at the rainbows, trying desperately to see their magnificent color.]

I wish I could still see colors. Ooh! Mr. Unicorn, do you grant wishes?

_{[ He shook his head, giving her a quiet sound of sadness. No colors?
However did someone live like that?}

He shook his head again, wondering what do to, and all he could come up with was pressing a horsey-kiss to her cheek, coming around behind her. He laid his head on her shoulder and rolled it side to side, making the shimmers of light flare in new and interesting ways. ]

[London giggles at the unicorn kisses and strokes Vanyel's nose. He's taking his ]

Well, maybe I can't see your magical rainbows, but at least Ivanna and I can ride you!

_{[ He neighed and came over to her side, the one Ivana was not on.}

He snorted and he shifted, kneeling down beside her to allow her to get on without having to scramble and climb. He cocked his head at her, not at all upset, because he would do anything for London ~ ]

[London grins, and there's a pause as she stoops to scoop up Ivanna before she carefully climbs on.]

[To the tune of nanny nanny boo boo:]

I get to ride a unicorn!
I get to ride a unicorn!

_{[ The unicorn snorted, and when she was settled he got himself up. He
tossed his head and turned, trotting through the grass, gate smooth as
butter like a Tennessee Walker. He sprayed rainbows where he went, sunlight
fracturing through his horn as he paraded London and Ivana about, and happy
to do so. ]}

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So is Van going to remember this and the implications of this? |D

When he looks back over it, he might remember the pieces xD

hahahaha-

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